She understood me first and she understood me best. That's what matters. No one understood why I couldn't tell Mom, why I couldn't tell on the bullies. Why I was ashamed.
Onee-chan, I thought, wouldn't be any different from the others. Onee-chan would be just as insincere.
But she told Mom for me, told her what I couldn't. She understood that I needed a hand, that I wasn't ready to speak for myself yet. That I needed her to help me.
Onee-chan isn't the strongest, she isn't the smartest, she isn't the bravest. But she understands people.
That's what matters.
